Sie lese gern? (Sorry, was doing my German homework…had to do that…)

I'm introducing the wizard in this chapter! Yays! Though he's only gonna be in a small portion of this chapter. I LOVE THE CHANT I HAVE HIM DO! squeals

When you think of the voice for the wizard, think of the School Council President in Special A's voice. I also kinda have him looking like him as well.

This chapter isn't very funny, but I had to use it to get some important point across, though I did try to make some points funny.

Hope it isn't COMPLETELY stupid…

""Who the fuck was she!"

"I have no idea, but that bastard Gaara was with her, we were lucky to get out of there alive!"

A group of badly beaten teens, nine in total, were circling around their leader while ranting off about their bitter defeat when…

"You, lower life forms standing before the Great Me."

They turned their hate filled gaze over to the speaker.

They bust out laughing.

Standing before them was a geeky boy, maybe only thirteen, dressed in a pointy hat and a long starry robe. In his hand was a wand.

"What's so funny, lowlifes?" demanded the squeaky voiced man, pushing up the wired glasses sliding down his nose.

The group erupted into another burst of laughter. "Is this geek serious!? He looks like a frog!"

The boy's eye twitched.

"We'll see who looks like a frog… Aspirin, Painkillers, Pink eye, Pepto-bismol," he started chanting, wiggling his fingers in a mystic manner. "Laxatives, Purina Cat Food, Alcohol, Tylenol!"

Poof!

"Ribbit. Ribbit." a green frog leapt away from where once stood the leader of the group.

"IT'S A MONSTER! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!" the rest of the group screamed, running in the other direction from the wizard.

Rounding the corner they saw a red haired teen walking in their fleeing direction.

"IT'S ANOTHER MONSTER! RUN FOR YOU LIFE…THE OTHER WAY!" the group darted at a 90 degree turn to get away from the figure known as Gaara.

Gaara watched them in confusion. "WTF?"

"Gaara, you sure you don't want to come with us? It'll be fun." Temari urged her little brother.

He growled. "You're going shopping, how can that possibly be fun for me." He emphasized this statement by making an imaginary noose, bringing it over his head, then tightening it while he acted dead.

"AH! GAARA-NIISAMA IS PALYING SHARADES!" Nao screamed happily.

She jumped onto a chair in the front of a "strangled" Gaara.

She looked deep in thought, when a light bulb went off at the top of her head.

"Gaara-niisama is a PENGUIN!"

"Nao-chan," Temari hissed grabbing her friend's collar to drag her away, "Gaara is NOT a penguin."

Temari started dragging her away, while the captive reached toward the back of the room screaming off her charade answers.

"GAARA-NEESAMA IS A STATUE! A DUCK! MICKEY MOUSE! FRODO!"

"Let's GO Nao-chan!" Temari yelled at her, throwing the woman's body out the door where it sailed nearly twenty feet, landing softly in her car, door magically closing behind her.

"A fish! A rag doll! The Statue of Liberty!" she continued, even from her confinement.

"We'll be done shopping in a couple hours… Expect us home the day after tomorrow."

Gaara blinked.

"If shopping will only take a couple hours, why would you come back the day after tomorrow?"

His older sister cringed. "It's Kankurou's turn to pick where we go out to eat…"

Both siblings answered at the same time. "Hooters."

The blonde woman sighed in a disgusted manner. "It'll take us nearly a full day just to pry him off one of the girl's breasts… It may take twice as long to actually get him in the car to drive him home."

Reaching into a drawer from Nao's dresser, the sympathetic younger brother pulled out an invention to help his depressed sister.

"Here. This usually works."

He threw the object to his sister.

"Whew! Wa wa! Wut!" his pathetic looking sister stuttered as she tried to catch the object, that appeared to have grown moon shoes and was bouncing around from one of her hands to another.

"Oh my God a hammer! Thank you Gaara! You were always the smart one!" she let out an evil laugh. "Hello hammer, goodby Kankurou's cranium!"

With that disturbing statement, Temari, who had hidden the hammer behind her back, went out the door heading for the car, where everyone else was already waiting.

Bored.

That one word described the torturous feeling the lone redhead felt as he walked to the backyard of Nao's deserted house.

Once he got there, he stopped dead in his tracks.

I sight, far better than a batch of Nao's cookies, waited before him.

Eyes sparkling with a newfound love Gaara had never before had, he sprang forward in a love filled skip toward his one true…

"TRAMPOLINE!!"

Poof!

"I have always… loved you… you are my one true love …" chibified Gaara said with drool running down his chin as he ran his fingerless chibi hands over the sides of the bouncing device.

"Oh great cure of boredom! There shall never be one to replace you. Never!"

Gaara sprang in a whirl of chibi colors onto the device.

"I!" bounce "Love!" bounce "You!" bounce, bounce "Reliever of Boredom!" bounce bounce bounce.

The red haired chibi jumped high into the air, doing back-flips, summersaults, and other such great feats.

"Whoohoo! Whippee! Yeah!" he wails each time he does a trick.

"I though everyone went home already."

Chibi Gaara stopped mid-flight, unPOOF!ed, and started falling.

"Shit!"

His leg landed in the open space between the springs, cutting a gash into it as he fell.

"Are you okay!" said the female voice, rushing over to his side.

"I'm fine! Go away!" he said angrily, though slightly embarrassed the girl saw him in a "chibi" moment, as well as in a wounded one.

He turned his head to send the annoying woman a deathly glare.

He blinked.

"You are…"

"Kyoko Kyouya." she reminded. "The one and only super-sexy-model designer!"

"You're a designer?"

She paused. "Well, no…but I am a super-sexy-model!"

He looked the blonde haired girl over. She was wearing a strapless lilac dress that only came up to her lower thigh. She was incredibly curvy, meaning she had an ass, and her breasts… "You're a model?" Gaara said in feigned disbelief.

"OF COURSE I AM! BAKA!"

She hit him on the head with a swiping punch.

"I mean look at me? What type of girl has such flawless skin? Such silky hair! Such an undeniable lustworthy body!" she paused. "Wait a minute…you never denied me being super sexy… YOU THINK I'M HOT DON'T YOU!" Kyoko squealed. "You find me attractive!

Turning his head away quickly to hide a slight blush, Gaara denied it.

"You're so annoying. It makes you unattractive."

"What was that, bastard!"

"Gaara."

"…what?"

"My name is Gaara. Sabuku no Gaara."

She stared at him before laughing.

"Sabuku no Gaara! Ha! You must be pretty confident in yourself to claim coming from Suna as part of your name!"

"I come from Suna, hence it's part of my name, baka."

"I'm the baka? You're the baka! Baka!"

"Only a baka wouldn't deny being a baka! BAKA!"

"BAKA! BAKA! BAKA! BAKA ! BAKA!"

"YOU'RE SO ANNOYING YOU UN-CUTE BAKA!"

"URUSAI BAKA!"

It was then the two realized how close they were to each other. With each yell of BAKA! they had been leaning in closer to the opposite opponent. If one of them bent forward even a little, they would be touching foreheads.

"Out of my way, baka." Gaara hissed, pulling his gaze away from the woman, trying to get up.

He winced.

Looking down he saw a steady stream of blood running down where the gash was.

"You need that taken care of. Don't worry, Nao taught me how to clean and dress wounds like that. Come on." Kyoko sighed. She grabbed Gaara's arms to help him get out of the spring.

"Don't touch me!" he snarled, slapping her hands away.

Biting his lip to get through the searing pain, the red head managed to step down on the ground.

"Tch." He managed not to cry out at the pain as he walked on his leg, like nothing was there, instead his eyes started to water.

'Shit! Why am I crying! God dammit! This pain is nothing to me! Nothing!'

His bellowing thoughts were interrupted by an arm wrapping around his back, and a shoulder bracing his weight.

"What the hell are you doing, baka."

The two of them started walking toward the house.

"Helping you, oh Great Baka-sama."

He hissed at her.

"I don't need your help."

"I know, but that wound will get worse if you don't treat it, in other words, I'm helping your wound, not you."

Silence.

They slowly made their way along the house.

They were standing right under a tree when…

CRACK!

"Look out!" Gaara yelled, grabbing the blonde by the waist and jumping out of the way of the falling branch. The pain in his leg was forgotten, until he landed. A burning fire erupted from the gash, and both people collapsed…into a large pile of wet sand.(it's a coincidence, I swear!)

There they sat, completely sludged.

"WHAT THE HELL! I THOUGHT YOU WERE A NINJA!" the muddy blonde screamed.

"I'm a martial artist, baka."

"Then you are the worst martial artist EVER!"

"Oh would you SHUT UP you little annoying bit-"

The rain gutter above them broke, sending down a stream of mucky liquid onto the already dirty couple.

"GOD DAMMIT! GAARA! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"HOW IS THIS MY FAULT! IT'S YOUR FAULT BECAUSE YOU WEIGH TOO MCUH!"

"IF YOU HADN'T DEMANDED TO WALK ON YOUR OWN YOU WOULDN'T HAVE STRESSED THE WOUND! NOW LOOK WHAT HAPPENED, YOU GIGANTOR BAKA!!"

Gaara stopped yelling, staring at her. "Touchy much?"

Kyoko turned her gaze to stare at him, as he was staring at her.

She gasped.

The water in his red hair was glistening as the sun kissed it, while drops of clear liquid traced down his pale skin. She stared intently at his eyes, more exact, she couldn't take her eyes away from his. They were beautiful and pale, like a frozen green sea, but were incased by dark rings, either makeup or bags encircling his eyes.

She breathed in awe.

"You…" she could barely say.

"What?" Gaara asked her confused, getting a little uncomfortable from her continuous stare.

"You look like a panda."

Wind blew, drowning out Gaara's shock.

"UDUSAI YOU UN-CUTE BAKA!"

OH GOD! THIS CHAPTER WAS TERRIBLE! goes and hides in a corner